Friday, September 18, 2009

Kady has officially hit the traumatic three's. One minute she's hyper, and the next, she's showing a lot of maturity. One minute she's inconsolable, and the next, she's reasoning very well for a toddler. Last night, she raced circles through the house. I caught her and accused her of being a monkey. She denied this, saying, "Mama, I don't have a tail!" I'm pretty sure that could be the only difference at this point. . .oh, except for that whole flinging poo thing. She hasn't done that. . .yet. Although, now that I think about it, she did fling the remote control last night. . .

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We are in the midst of the monkey stage. No flinging poo but everything else flies through the air, there is wildness and then moments of calm. I enjoy all of it...that's a lie. I don't enjoy the throwing and the wildness makes me long for bedtime. The calm is awesome.

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I am the happy, proud, spastic, clumsy, blonde, sometimes funny and very unorganized mother to two wonderful kiddos. My husband is Kevin. He works away from home frequently, so that makes me a pseudo-single mom. I love most things about most days of my life: my family (crazy, no really, VERY crazy. . .at least some of them. . .), my hometown (where I grew up and now live close to), my home (although the dream is to build. . .), my dogs (worthless but loveable), my job (at least they pay me to be here. . .), and my friends (who are worth their weight in gold).